Nawlins

I shall write more frequently per your request, Tommy Douglas.

God bless I want to move here.  Everybody's cool as can be and so welcoming.  I sat next to this lady at the Tim McGraw/Kenny Chesney concert (we won free tickets at the bar last night) and she just kept saying, "Welcome to our city."  Over and over.  She was overjoyed to welcome us and seemed proud we'd chosen her esteemed city.  After finding out I was from Atlanta, and inherently a Falcons fan, she didn't hesitate to tell me she'd rather chop off both her arms than lose to the Falcons.  She said, "Just don't tell anyone that's where your from."  Seemed appropriate since we were in the superdome, the Saints home turf.  The city has such a buzz about it and seems to be busting at the seems with cool people doing even cooler shit.  I can't talk about the city pre-Katrina, because I never witnessed it.  People lost everything, lives included.  Nawlins will never be the same.  But that's part of the thriving spirit that makes me want to be a part of it.  There's such a sense of pride within the population here that it makes me want to just immerse myself and get lost in it.  Get to know everyone I can, regardless of where they're from, who they are, or what they're doing.  Sure it can be sketchy, but just keep an eye over my shoulder, look out for the ladies, and everything should run smoothly.  As with many places I've been, I've come to find out it's all about who you know.  Doesn't matter if you're in Atlanta or Oxford or Wilson, WY or here in Nawlins, meet as many people as possible and keep up with those acquaintances and it will get you places before you know it.  After spending nearly 10 days in the Big Easy, I've found it to be Big and Easy.  People I've seen at Panic shows, met in the Grove, at a wedding, or for example my neighbor at the concert.  These connections won't happen unless you get out there and make them happen.  As I wrote in an email today, I sparked my interest/love for live music and a hoppin' scene and a cold brew in Oxford, and every time I visited Nawlins, it stoked that fire.  I always talked about living here, Missy said she couldn't do it, would be too scared.  My how the tables have turned.  Here she is, living on the Miss'ippi River bend with nothing but good times and good people on the horizon.  I can't help but want to become an Orleanian.  Maybe it's fate.  Maybe I drank too many whiskeys tonight.  All I know is I can't wait to live amongst this rare breed of characters that roam the streets on their bikes and scooters, just livin' and rockin' it.  Take notice.  This is why the South is so awesome.  Nola don't care what you think, and they're having a damn good time doing it.  I leave you with this.  Something only the soul and funk of this place could produce:: The Meters ::: Fire On The Bayou
might as well throw this one in there Just Kissed My Baby

til' next time

td